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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.