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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.