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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
the Swans,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.