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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.