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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.