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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
UT,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.