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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.