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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.