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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.