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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.