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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.