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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.