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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.