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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.