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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.