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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.