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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.