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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.