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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.