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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.