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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.