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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.