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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.