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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.