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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.