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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.