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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Underground Resistance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.