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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.