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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.