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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.