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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Monks,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.