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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.