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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Gong,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.