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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.