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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.