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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.