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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.