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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Josef K,
10cc,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.