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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.