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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
MDC,
Can,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.