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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.