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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Wire,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.