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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.