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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Television,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.