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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.