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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.