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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.