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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.