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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the punk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Victims,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.