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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Scion,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.