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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Oneida to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.