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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.