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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.