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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.