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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Remains,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.