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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.