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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.