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 Cape Verde 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.