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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Swans to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.