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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wings,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.