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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.