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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.