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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Doors,
JFA,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Monks,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.