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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.