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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.