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 France and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.