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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.