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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Faust to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.