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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.