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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.