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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.