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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.