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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.