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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.