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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.