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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.