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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.