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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Smoke to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.