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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Can,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.