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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.