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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen 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 disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.