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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.