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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.