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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.