Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.