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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Liliput,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.