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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.