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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.