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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rap 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
David Bowie,
X-102,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.