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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.