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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
ABC,
Qualms,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.