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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.