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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.