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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.