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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.