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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.