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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.