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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.