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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.