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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.