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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
New Order,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.