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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.