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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.