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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.