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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.