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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.