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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Gong,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.