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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.