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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.