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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Chrome,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.