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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 PIL to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.