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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.