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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.