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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.