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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.