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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
New Order,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Index,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.