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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.