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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.