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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.