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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.