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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.