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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Monks,
the Slits,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.