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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.