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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.