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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.