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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.