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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.