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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.