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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.