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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.