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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.