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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Cure,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.