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 China and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.