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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.