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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.