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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.