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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
The Index,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.