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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Can,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.