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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.