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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.