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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.