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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.