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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.