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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.