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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.