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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.