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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.