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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.