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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.