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 Ethiopia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 808 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare 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 grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Slave,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.