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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.