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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.