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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.