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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
The Index,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.