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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.