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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.