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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.