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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.