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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.