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 Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.