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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.