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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.