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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.