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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.