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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.