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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Smog,
Pole,
ABC,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.