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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
UT,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.