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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.