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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.