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 Iceland and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.