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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.