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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.