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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.