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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.