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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.