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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.