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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
PIL,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.