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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Visage to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.