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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.