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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.