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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.