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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.