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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.