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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.