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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.