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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.