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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.