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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Neu!,
UT,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.