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 Mexico and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.