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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.