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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.