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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.