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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.