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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.