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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.