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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.