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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.