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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.