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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.