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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.