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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.