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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.