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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.