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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.