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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.