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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.