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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.