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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.