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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.