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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.