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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.