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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.