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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.