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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.