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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Television,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.