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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.