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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.