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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.