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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.