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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Hashim,
X-102,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.