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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.