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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.