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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.