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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.