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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.