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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
June Days,
Swans,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.