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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.