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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.