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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.