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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.