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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Pole to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.