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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.