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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.