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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.