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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.