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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Symarip to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.