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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.