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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.