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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.