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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Slave,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.