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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.