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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.