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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.