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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.