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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.