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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.