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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.