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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
UT,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.