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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.