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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.