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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.