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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.