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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.