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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.