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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.