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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.