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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.