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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.