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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Television,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.