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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the grime 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.