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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.