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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
The Wake,
Nas,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.