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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.