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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.