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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.