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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.