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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.