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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
DNA,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.