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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Technova,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.