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 Botswana 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.