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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 John Cale to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.