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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Move,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.