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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.