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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.