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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.