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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.