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 Burundi and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.