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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.