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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.