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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Index,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.