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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.