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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.