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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.