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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.