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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.