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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.