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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Q65,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.