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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.