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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.