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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.