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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.