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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.