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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.