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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Darondo,
MDC,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.