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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.