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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.