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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Crime,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.