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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.