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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.