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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Pole,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.