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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.