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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.