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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.