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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Human League,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.