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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.