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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Skriet,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.