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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
UT,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.