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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.