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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.