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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.