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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.