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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.