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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.