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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.