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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.