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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.