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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.