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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.