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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
The Move,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.