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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Fugazi,
CMW,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.