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 Swaziland 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.