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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.