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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.