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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.