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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.