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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.