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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.