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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.