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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.