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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.