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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.