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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
UT,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.