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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.