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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.