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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.