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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Slave,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.