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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.