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 Syria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Durutti Column to the disco 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.