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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.