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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.