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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.