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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.