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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.