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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.