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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.