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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Symarip,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.