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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.