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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.