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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.