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 India and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.