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 India and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.