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 Kiribati 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.