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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.