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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.