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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.