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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.