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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.