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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.