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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.