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 India and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.