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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.