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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
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.