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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.