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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.