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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.