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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.