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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.