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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.