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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.