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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
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Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.