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 Laos 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.