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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.