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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.