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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.