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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.