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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.