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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.