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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.