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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.