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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.