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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.