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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.