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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.