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 Chad 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.