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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.