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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.