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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.