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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.