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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.