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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.