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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.