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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Crime,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Fear,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.