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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.