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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.