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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.