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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.