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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.