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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Monks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.