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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.