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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.