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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.