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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.