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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.