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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Crime,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.