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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.