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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.