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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.