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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.