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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.