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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Aswad,
MC5,
Wire,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.