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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.