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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.