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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Unwound,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.