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 San Marino 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Faust,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.