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 Poland 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.