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 Comoros and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.