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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Smog,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Can,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.