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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.