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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.