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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
the Swans,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.