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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.