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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Minutemen to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Slackers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.