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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.