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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.