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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.