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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.