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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.