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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.