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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.