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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.