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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.