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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.