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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Wake,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.