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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
a-ha,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.