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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Wire,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.