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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.