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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.