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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.