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 Finland and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.