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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.