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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.