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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.