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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.