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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.