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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.