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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.