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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.