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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.