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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.