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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.