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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.