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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.