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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s 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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.