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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.