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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
DNA,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.