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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.