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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.