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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
the Human League,
cv313,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.