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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.