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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Neon Judgement to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.