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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.