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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.