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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.