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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.