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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.