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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.