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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.