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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.