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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.