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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.