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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.