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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.