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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.