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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.