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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.