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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.