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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.