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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.