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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.