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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.