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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.