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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.