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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.