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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.