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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.