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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Organ,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.