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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.