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 Serbia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.