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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
K-Klass,
cv313,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.