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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.