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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.