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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.