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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.