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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.