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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.