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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.