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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.