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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.