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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.