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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 JFA to the disco 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.