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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
UT,
The Martian,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.