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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Index,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.