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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.