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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Index,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.