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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.