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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop 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?
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.