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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.