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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Cymande,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.