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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.