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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.