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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.