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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.